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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Just a little thought for your sweet Sunday prompt, don’t worry if it’s not the sort of thing you want. Kind, soft old fashioned gentleman Steve looking after the reader when she’s having a particularly bad time of the month. I love that man so much and I adore how you write him.😍

Fair warning: this gets sweet but sooooooooo deep after the feels. I went overboard on the semi-angst because periods and (my) life sucks. Steve's just so magical, that bastard....

Hour seven of cramping and you contemplate just giving up and heading to bed. You look over to the clock.

20:23

No way. Too early. You can wait one hour more until another dose of painkiller.

Except now you're out of snacks and either have to watch only half a movie or search for a TV show.

There's a knock at the door, and why someone checking on you makes you want to cry is beyond you. You just do want to cry. You don't want to explain WWIII in your uterus; you want ice cream, dammit.

"I bought three kinds," Steve announces, using his foot to close up behind him, arms covered in grocery bags like a pack mule. "Four if you count the sandwiches."

When he finally looks up, he stalls seeing you curled into the couch, covered in thick blankets, a pillow squished harshly to your chest, and tears brimming in your eyes.

His eyes soften. "Hun," he whines, dropping his arms, "you could have texted me."

You shake your head before tucking it into the pillow. "Not gonna bother you," you mumble through fabric.

"That bad, huh?"

Steve doesn't need an answer though. He's speedy in the kitchen while you scroll absently through Netflix. You still have no clue what to watch.

He returns to your side with a bowl: one scoop of every flavor capped with an entire ice cream sandwich...minus one bite.

"Sorry," he winks, "boyfriend tax."

Steve's cute when he's cheeky, and he knows it.

"That's a big bite, mister."

He shrugs, simply adding, "inflation."

Another sharp pang hits you above the hip, one so brutal and deep you hiss. He asks about medicine, if you'd like hot tea or chocolate, and what else he can do. There's nothing. Just another pang before the other even recedes.

Concern falls off his face suddenly, and Steve holds up a finger before hurtling over the back of the couch.

He comes back but sits on the floor with his hand out. "Foot, please," he adds, brandishing a pair of your fuzziest socks.

"One sec," you groan and clutch the bowl tighter. You can't lift your leg until the cramp stops. You watch Steve school his face with patience instead of sadness.

Some months are worse than others, and Steve doesn't like unpredictable things. Even though he's patient. Even though he rolls with the punches. He will never get used to seeing his best girl in pain, and so most of the time, you hide it from him. You've trained yourself to play it off like it's nothing more than a temporary stomach ache, but this one is bad. You cannot play off this month.

You drank as much water as you could handle. You peed every twenty minutes and cleaned up every time as if it would matter. You want to shower every hour, but that would be just as useless. You'll feel gross and bloated no matter what.

You should feel so pampered and loved when Steve gently slips the soft sock over your heel. You should be happy beneath his gorgeous, blue, adoring gaze. You should not start crying into your confection. It's not salted caramel, for christ's sake. Get it together.

Which, of course, you can't do.

You can't stop any of it, and then you're happy you can't stop it because then he might stop. Somehow Steve only becomes more doting as you shovel ice cream in like air. He sneaks another bite of sandwich to make you smile. Somehow smiling makes the tears come faster. He peels away some blankets and the pillow, politely waiting until the spoon clinks against empty china. Somehow he wrestles you into his lap and hugs.

The firm grip he puts you in is soothing like a weighted blanket, tighter than you can wrap against your own gut, and it feels so good. He curls around you as you were curled in the cushions, a universal pressure, a universal peace.

"You want to watch a comedy or a nature documentary?" His voice rumbles against your back.

"Neither."

His chin pokes your cheek with a questioning hum.

"Tell me about your day," you reply, sighing, letting your whole self lean into Steve even though you feel swollen and grumpy.

He squeezes a little firmer around you, waiting to feel more tension drain from you. "Well, Sam complained that I was heavy again."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he had to lift me ten stories higher between buildings."

You scoff. "My god, how hard can it be?"

"I know, I know," he mutters, "I'm light as a feather. Practically lean."

"Yeah," you finally smile. "Go on. Have another ice cream sandwich, you skinny boy."

His chuckle rattles behind you. "Only if we can share...then I'm thinking a hot bath and more of this--" he cuddles up closer "--if you're game."

"Just a minute longer," you beg in a whisper before adding with more strength, "you still haven't told me about Sam and Bucky's latest tiff."

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writing--whore · 2 years

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Opportunity of a Lifetime - Final Chapter

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo sugar daddy wish fulfilment smut ✨ (this is set one year after the rest of the series and so it can be read as a standalone smut fic if you don't wanna read the series)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, d/s dynamics, collar play?, choking, biting, fingering, PIV, praise kink

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

A/N: I am sooooooooo sorry it took me so long to finish this fic. 😅 TMI warning, please feel free to skip this. My mental health has plummeted. I managed to graduate from my postgraduate degree. I'm currently living with my abusive family, trying to save up enough money to move out of here. Things have been p difficult but I'm so happy I finally finished this fic adfdfdfd.

One year later

Bright sunlight poured through your large penthouse windows, perfectly illuminating your easel. As your paint brush danced across the canvas, you thought about how much Billy had done for you and a warm smile graced your lips. Your life had become a fantasy.

It had taken you a while to grow comfortable with all this luxury at first. When Billy had first helped you buy this place, you found yourself wandering around the rooms, not sure what to do with all this space, and not quite believing that it was all yours.

Day by day, the place felt more like home and ideas on how to decorate entered your mind. You bought a grand piano, something you were getting quite good at playing. You had a walk-in wardrobe fitted into your bedroom and filled it with the most amazing clothes. And, of course, you bought an easel.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had both the free time and the energy to indulge in your passions. Not to mention the doubt that would hold you back. But now you had plenty of everything you needed and it freed up space in your brain for more positivity.

You found yourself feeling lighter. Not only was your life a dream but you were also becoming much more like the person you had always wanted to be.

You were too lost in your thoughts to hear Billy come into the apartment using the spare key you’d given him. He was about to say ‘hello’ and make his presence known but he saw how deep in concentration you were and decided to sneak up behind you. His arms quickly curled around your waist as he pulled your back tight against his chest.

You yelped in surprise but started giggling when you realised who it was.

“Hello, my love.” He said, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

His eyes landed on the art piece beyond your shoulder. “You’re really getting the hang of this. You’re a natural artist.”

“Thank you.” You replied - still beaming - as you put down your brush and art palette.

You swivelled to face Billy and he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. You closed your eyes and sighed contentedly as his familiar musky scent filled your nose, making you feel all fuzzy.

“How was your day?” He asked, chest vibrating against you.

“Wonderful. Relaxing. Everything I could ever hope for.” It must have sounded like hyperbole, but not a single word was a lie.

He let out a small laugh of joy. “As it should be. My girl deserves only the best of days.”

If he hadn’t been holding you, you might have swooned.

You had to regain your composure when he finally pulled away from you.

“I got something for you today.” He said as he rifled in a bag by his feet.

He got you something almost every day. He showed no sign of stopping and you hoped he never would.

He handed you a large box and you opened it to find a beautiful diamond necklace, with additional diamonds trailing down your neck.

“Billy, it’s gorgeous. Can you put it on for me?”

"Of course."

With gentle care, he brought the necklace around the front of your neck. The metal was chilling, which made the warmth of his fingers even more alluring. He clasped it tightly, restricting your breathing ever so slightly. You couldn’t help from drawing a comparison between this necklace and a collar.

"Go take a look in the mirror." He spoke, snapping you from a world that had been just his fingers and your neck.

You nodded and bounded to the full-length mirror in your bedroom that had the best lighting. You came to a dull stop.

"Hmmm it's beautiful." You said to Billy, who was reflected a few paces behind you. "But I don't really think it goes with what I'm wearing. Just a sec."

You unzipped your clothes and the material fell to a pool at your feet.

“Much better.” You mused with a coy smile.

Billy’s eyes widened like a man seeing a God in the flesh.

He staggered towards you; hands hesitant to mar such a beautiful body. Desire was quick to overcome piety and his wide palms traced the contours of your hips and waist, sneaking around to gently cup your breasts.

He came to stand flush against your back, his arms encircling your body as his fingers continued to worship your skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said with a conviction strong enough to banish your negative self-talk.

You saw yourself through his eyes and you saw art.

Art that was about to be defiled.

He pressed a warm kiss to your shoulder blade, to the nape of your neck, and then he pushed your necklace up slightly so he could reach that sweet spot he’d found a few months ago that had you absolutely melting.

You let out a shaky moan as he sucked on that murderous spot. He held tightly onto your waist, and you tilted your neck to allow him easier access.

You don’t know how it happened, but you ended up with your back against the plush mattress. His lips never left your neck for a second, licking and biting your skin until he was certain bright bruises would bloom in his wake. He was obsessed with how you looked wearing his marks.

“I love you.” He breathed out against your neck, causing you to shiver.

You groaned before returning, “I love you too.”

His assault on your neck continued, trailing lower to your collarbone. His hands were back palming your breasts, unable to get enough of you.

“Billy, please.” You whimpered.

“You want more, baby?”

You nodded with a slight pout.

One of his hands roamed greedily up your leg, taking his sweet time until his hand reached your crotch. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure against you with the palm of his hand. Moaning, you writhed beneath him, grinding yourself against his hand.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised.

He knew exactly how to get you riled, how to get every inch of you absolutely burning for him.

His mouth reclaimed yours, lips so perfectly plush, tongue devilishly expert. At the same time, he slipped a finger into you, making you moan into the kiss. You felt like you were levitating as you strained yourself to press harder against him, as if he would disappear if you were not kissing him as searingly as possible.

The one finger was not enough. It was slowly driving you insane with how sensitive you felt and yet so entirely un-full. You pressed your legs together tightly, hoping to feel more friction but it did little to bring you the pleasure you were looking for.

“Please, it's not enough.” You whined, fisting your hand in Billy’s shirt.

“So inpatient.” He replied.

Effortlessly, he gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them against the space above your head.

His finger continued its slow assault as he delved down to carry on kissing you.

You whined in protest, wriggling beneath him to try and free yourself. But you didn’t really want him to stop. You loved how he managed to drive you to the point of insanity with how needy he made you.

He pulled away slightly to take in your flushed face. “Oh, my poor baby can hardly handle not getting what she wants, can she?”

You could feel yourself get noticeably wetter at that remark. From the smirk on his face, he clearly noticed also.

“Fuck you, Russo.” You replied.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

The smirk faded and a darkness appeared in his eyes as his finger slowed down to almost a standstill, driving all the way into you at an excruciating pace and then pulling all the way back out again just to repeat the process.

Your eyes clenched shut as your whole body thrummed and twitched with burning need.

“Billy please, pleaseeee.” You begged.

His finger delved all the way inside of you and curled upwards, pressing hard against your spongy core.

“Please!” You shouted a lot louder than you’d been expecting to. “Please, I’ll be a good girl.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Well in that case…” He finished his sentence by slipping a second finger into you.

With each thrust, he sped up the pace until he was pounding his fingers into you, curling them up to find your sweet spot each time.

The intense pleasure you’d been feeling suddenly dialled up to an extent that managed to surprise you every single time you lay down with Billy Russo.

Your hands struggled in his grasp, unconsciously needing to touch every inch of his body. Your hips also struggled, convulsing and jittering into the air, meeting his fingers.

“Billy, I’m close.” You moaned.

A few more careful thrusts of his fingers and… He pulled them out.

“No, please.” You whined as you plummeted down from your pleasure, head spinning with the intensity of it all.

His heart melted at the look on your face. He released your wrists and kissed you on the forehead.

“This is a lesson in patience, my love.”

You whined as he drew away although the noise died in your throat as he started to undress himself, starting with his shirt and moving on to his trousers and underwear until he was naked and standing to attention before you.

You were quick to crawl over to him and roam your hands across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin as if for the very first time. Your hands trailed downwards, and you made eye contact with him as you gave his dick a few tortuous strokes, giving him a small taste of his own medicine.

His gaze was so steady and confident, knowing he could easily take control of the situation if he desired to. You could never have guessed Billy would be like this. He was the sweetest man you’d ever met who’d shown you nothing but undying kindness. It was shocking to discover that in intimate settings he could be so cruel. How easily he switched his demeanour chilled you to the bone. But you were never scared. Not with Billy, this man who would do absolutely anything for you. He was a dream. A dark but beautiful dream.

His hand rose to possessively cup the side of your face, holding you in place as he continued to hold your gaze. Slowly, his hand snaked down your neck and then to your shoulder, which is where he shoved you down onto the bed. You yelped and then yelped again when he grabbed your ankles and yanked you down until you were perfectly positioned on the pillows.

He shoved your legs apart and prowled between them. Your body tensed in anticipation, hands pre-emptively finding purchase in the pillow either side of your head. He grabbed your hips, and you bit your lip as he slowly lined himself up with your entrance and slid in even slower. You let out a strained moan as he bottomed out.

His fingers curled around your thighs and held your legs open as far as your hips would allow. A devilish smirk sparked on his lips at the sight of you spread so vulnerable for him. The smirk remained as he began to hammer into you.

You let out a moan of surprise, hands returning to fists in the pillows. You hadn’t expected him to go straight from 0 to 100 and you had no idea what to do with yourself as waves of pleasure convulsed through you like a demon was trying to possess you.

He showed absolutely no sign of letting up as his powerful hips continued to thrust into you fast and hard, again and again. Electric sparks filled your groin. You felt like a ball of light, too hot. This was too much pleasure to contain in a human body such as your own.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re taking me so well.” He praised.

His words relaxed you and a long moan left your throat that you hadn’t realised you’d been keeping in.

For him, you would find a way to handle all the light bursting inside of you.

Your fingers curled so tight you wondered if your nails had pierced the pillows.

“That’s my good girl.” He spoke as his broad hands snaked up your body, fondling your waist and then your breasts.

Your back arched up into his touch. Your body felt completely haywire with the overstimulation but still you craved it.

His hands roamed higher, and you knew exactly where they were going. They reached around you to unclasp the beautiful diamond necklace from you. And then his hands cruelly curled around your neck. You bit your lip as a pang of fear bolted through you. The pleasure from choking made you absolutely insane and you legitimately didn’t know if you could handle that. But at the same time, the fear of being pushed to your absolute breaking point also turned you on. You have never trusted anyone before like you’ve come to trust Billy. If anyone knew how to push you to an extent you never thought you would be able to go without getting you hurt, it was him.

His fingers tightened, cutting off your oxygen supply. It was ecstasy. Your eyes rolled up into the back of your head.

He continued pummelling into you, managing to reach even deeper at this angle, perfectly bashing your g-spot with each thrust.

Your eyes widened and a very strained moan was involuntarily forced up your throat with every savage thrust.

His face was close to yours, his eyes boring into your own. You could feel his warmth radiating onto your skin. The moment felt so intimate. His eyes were filled with such an overbrimming mixture of love and lust. You were sure yours reflected the same. You’d never experienced anything as intense as this before.

His gaze made you let go, it made you melt and mould to fit all the pleasure, to allow it to pulse through your veins.

That was when you realised you were going to cum. You trusted him implicitly that he would be able to look after you throughout your high. And so you rode it. You let your eyes shutter closed as his hips rolled into you unrelentingly, pounding into you again and again at a mind-blowing pace.

Somehow, the pleasure wound deep within you to an impossible extent at the same time as your vision started to blur. That man knew exactly what he was doing. A few more perfect thrusts and an explosion went off within you. You practically screamed, muscles clenching as your vision was filled with pure white.

You felt like you were floating. You were only acutely aware of the fact that Billy was still thrusting, chasing his own high.

You only came back to yourself again when Billy’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and he was blanketing the top of your head with kisses.

He crooned. “You did so well for me, my beautiful love.”

You replied with a happy sigh as you wrapped your own arms around him and buried your face as deep into his chest as humanly possible. You sighed harder, flooded with absolute bliss, as you breathed in his musky scent.

Life with Billy was better than you imagined Heaven to be. A small tear of joy slipped from your eye at how true that sentence was. Never could you have imagined you would be with a man as perfect as Billy. He knew exactly how to treat you like a princess and when to not.

You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life making your fantasies come true.

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